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By Rae Goldfarb
I lost my family in the Holocaust. I also lost the images of my past. Everything was destroyed: my home, my material possessions, including nearly every picture. Most importantly, none of my relatives survived. I was one of two children who survived the Holocaust from my town of Dokszyce in eastern Poland, now Belarus. The town’s Jewish population was about 3,000 before the Holocaust. Only a dozen or so survived.
I cannot remember the house that was my home during my childhood. I only have a description shared with me by my mother.
I do not remember the faces of my maternal grandparents, Aaron and Hinda Bela Mindel. I only have my mother’s description of what they looked like. My grandfather was a tall, distinguished man. They lived on a farm on the outskirts of town. They had five children; only my mother survived.